Clara sipped her coffee and was quiet for a few moments.  When she spoke again, her eyes were glazed over and it looked like she had transported herself back to it all, like she was reliving the massive horribleness she had had to endure.

     “When we got to Auschwitz, we all kinda fell over each other to get out of that boxcar and get some fresh air and move around.  It was mass people and mass chaos.  There were big dogs barking and growling at us and SS guards yelling at us and hitting us with batons if we didn’t move fast enough.  Most of us didn’t move fast enough for them, so we were beaten.  Papa, and Mom, and Anna had the hardest time moving.  I had to end up carrying Anna.  As soon as we got off the...

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